Characters:

Sandy Parker, Single mom
Mystery girl
Narrative

I'm new at making stories so don't judge and thank you!!

Monday

Narrative: Its pitch black outside and no one driving on the road except a 42 year old women. She's coming back home from a party at work. It started to rain and she can barley see the road. The rain beating her windows like a hammer breaking someone window. She tries using her wiper blades to see but it just hits harder and harder. Her cars starts to turn the opposite direction she wants to go. She then crashes into a tall tree and ends up breaking it like a wish bone breaking into two. She gets out of her car with a cut on her for head. Blood begins to drip down her cheek and on to her breast. She starts looking around to see if any cars would be driving past. Her clothes get soaked in water and her hair starts covering her face. She starts walking in the road to find a local gas station or home to go and get help. She's walked for 10 minutes and no sign of help. She then notices a girl sitting in the road with her clothes ripped. She starts calling out " Hello" but no answer. She walks closer to her to see if she's hurt.

Sandy Parker: Hello are you ok?

Narrative: Still no answer from the mystery girl.

Sandy Parker: Hello. I mean no harm, my car crashed and I need help. Do u know any places around here or have a phone I can use?

Narrative: The mystery girl sits there in silence. She then begins to put both her hands on her face and look down at her cut leggings. Sandy walks in front of her to see her face but her hair is so long u can barley see anything. She bends down on her knees and went to move her hair out of her face to see who she was.

Sandy Parker: I don't know if you can hear me but I'm just going to move your hair out of your face so I can see you.

Mystery girl: (Whispered to her self) I'm going to kill you

Sandy Parker: Excuse me what. I didn't hear you.

Narrative: Sandy leans in closer to hear what she was saying.

Mystery girl: (shouts out) I'm going to fucking kill you.

Narrative: The mystery girl pulls out a knife from her pants and starts waving it at her stomach, hoping to cut something. Sandy begins to run but she grabbed her leg and got on top of her.

Sandy Parker: Help. Someone please help me.

Narrative: The mystery girl gets on top of her, puts her hand in the air with her knife and then throws it down into her neck. "Ehh" she said with a knife going clean threw her neck and onto the ground. Sandy starts kicking her leg up and down then stops seeing that her soul left her body. The mystery girl grabbed her by the hair and dragged her away then disappears into the night.